{"id":465,"date":"2011-11-15T00:18:25","date_gmt":"2011-11-15T00:18:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/graffiti.ntci.on.ca\/2011-12\/?page_id=465"},"modified":"2011-11-17T23:59:06","modified_gmt":"2011-11-17T23:59:06","slug":"sometimes-in-the-fall","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/graffiti.ntci.on.ca\/2011-12\/november-15th-2011-issue\/muse\/sometimes-in-the-fall\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u00a0“Sometimes in the Fall”Anonymous<\/p>\n

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watch as lazy sweet days of<\/div>\n
cool lake breeze licking at sticky skin<\/div>\n
scarlet mandevillas opening their strumpet leaves, wilting, opening again<\/div>\n
kissing as raindrops slip down and become a glassy stream (when we breathe our<\/div>\n
faces, empty and confused, stare up from watery glass)<\/div>\n
dancing under sizzling blue light of mosquito lamps<\/div>\n
singing your name to the unruly wind (hearing it dissipate, rippling richly across space &<\/div>\n
time)<\/div>\n
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evaporate<\/div>\n
like a half glass of French Chardonnay left<\/div>\n
out on the wood porch swing<\/div>\n
in blistering August sun<\/div>\n
(oh there’s nothing left but tendrils of the scent of rotten grapes, wrapping round and<\/div>\n
round the senses, python of tannins, wrangling, strangling)<\/div>\n
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sometimes, in the fall,<\/div>\n
i think of you and blistering August sun.<\/div>\n
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sometimes, in the fall,<\/div>\n
i think<\/div>\n
of all the Chardonnay, headier than before,<\/div>\n
still left<\/div>\n
out on the riviera.<\/div>\n
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“Petition of an Atheist”<\/div>\n
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Qiuming Yang<\/p>\n

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Lord,<\/p>\n

If you exist, in any shape or form,<\/p>\n

Please take away my anguish<\/p>\n

And appease the tempest in my heart.<\/p>\n

For it has ravaged the peaceful calmness<\/p>\n

That is the sanctuary of my thoughts.<\/p>\n

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The sweet and clear stream in which my psyche flourished,<\/p>\n

Now flows as bitterly as the water of Acheron.<\/p>\n

The loss of a paradise gave birth to a dystopia.<\/p>\n

After all they are only one step apart.<\/p>\n

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In no battle can two victors emerge,<\/p>\n

One\u2019s luck is another\u2019s misfortune.<\/p>\n

The sweeter the victory,<\/p>\n

The more bitter the defeat.<\/p>\n

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Out! Hideous sight!<\/p>\n

The greater part of grief is a false creation of the mind.<\/p>\n

Where reality relents, nightmare takes its toll.<\/p>\n

Is this the genesis of insanity?<\/p>\n

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Lord,<\/p>\n

Please forgive me,<\/p>\n

Because I do not believe in you,<\/p>\n

But for the moment you are my only light.<\/p>\n

Amen.<\/p>\n

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“Poem of Despair”<\/div>\n
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Qiuming Yang<\/p>\n

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The burden of living brings much fatigue,<\/p>\n

The world\u2019s wickedness makes the hurt hurt more.<\/p>\n

Despair spreads like an all-consuming plague,<\/p>\n

Death stands as the only wide open door.<\/p>\n

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Flowers wilt and crickets cry,<\/p>\n

The song of perishing anguish<\/p>\n

Echoes through the land where the fallen lie.<\/p>\n

The spirits of vengeance never vanquish.<\/p>\n

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Fiery torch burns in relentless wrath,<\/p>\n

Humanity ends where savagery starts,<\/p>\n

Mercy doth cure the plague if thou hath,<\/p>\n

Sanctuary lies not in the Devil\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n

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“Poem”<\/p>\n

Anonymous<\/p>\n

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I don\u2019t remember much about<\/p>\n

The night<\/p>\n

You told me you loved me<\/p>\n

In a room littered<\/p>\n

With bags and changes of clothes<\/p>\n

Things to spend the night<\/p>\n

Her picture watched you<\/p>\n

From its place on the wall<\/p>\n

Smiling<\/p>\n

As you took my face in your hands<\/p>\n

And kissed me<\/p>\n

My pulse racing<\/p>\n

Trying to keep up with your chaotic slur of words<\/p>\n

Eyes glazed over<\/p>\n

By a mist<\/p>\n

We called love<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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